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here]"Fierfek," 622 cursed softly as he stepped through the door, sighing. There wasn't any reason to try and hold the door to head back, it wouldn't help them. Instead of a corridor, they'd just stepped through into one of the doctor's offices. It was better than being dropped right into a crowd of hostiles, that was for sure, but still, it
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He inspected a second book, all perfectly compresensible, although he had expected to see an example of German. All of the books, each of their covers, all familiar. Reeve looked over at his guide across the room, and felt the doubt start to take root. Although Mihai seemed well-meaning, and Reeve believed that he was being as honest in his own mind, his information just wasn't accurate. There was no telling where they really were, or what the layout of this facility was. Reeve couldn't predict it based on architectural standards either. Whoever put it together had not cared much for intuitive design.
"Well, it doesn't matter." His dismissal was slightly uncomfortable, he knew, but it was true enough. If this was how things were, then there was no point in wishing they were different. Decisively, he reached for the door again. "Let's go around. I passed a hallway leading deeper in earlier."
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